“You’re hot when you wanna get fucked, aren’t you?” Damn, he was beautiful. And mine. The lube and condoms I’d had delivered earlier were on the bed. I rolled a condom on and lubed up. “Ready for me?” I held his waist, and he reached out to grab the headboard.
“God, yes.”
The first push into his ass was like opening the doors of heaven, and I couldn’t go slow. My hips snapped, and a strangled sound burst free from Brody.
“Oh God, oh God.”
“Dammit. Make that sound again.”
Brody groaned. “Dev, please,” he implored.
As I thrust, he lifted his ass higher and sucked me in farther. I was lost in the heat and hunger, out of control, needing to bury myself so far in Brody, I’d never leave him. He squeezed me tight, one hand working his dick while the other held on to the headboard as I drove into him.
We were loud in our passion for each other, the walls echoing with our shouts and grunts. My blood boiled, and I knew I was close to the edge. I tried to prolong the pleasure, dragging my dick out of him slowly, then slamming it back, but he grew wise to my game and squeezed his ass around my dick.
“Fuck, Brody. Fuck me. I can’t…you’re…oh, God.” Like before, my climax ripped into me without warning, at the same time as Brody’s. My vision faded to black and I saw stars as if I’d been knocked off my feet and sacked. My cock pulsed hard, filling the rubber, and I fell on top of a sweat-soaked Brody, who still twitched and shook in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Jesus,” Brody whispered. “That was fuckin’ wild.”
“Yeah. It sure as hell was.” And so was I. Wild for Brody Martin. But what the hell could I do about it?
Chapter Three
Brody
Five months later – graduation day
I searched the crowd, but I couldn’t see Momma. I knew she was there in a bright-pink dress, hair all made up, and beaming a proud smile. Graduation day from college was all she’d ever talked about. The culmination of hers and my daddy’s dream for me, but I don’t think either of them ever thought my life would turn out like this.
As Ezra had predicted, I’d been a first-round pick—number six, to be exact—and chosen by the Austin Lonestars. A four-year contract worth ten million dollars. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around numbers like that, but Ezra sat down with me, Momma, and Theo and explained it all to us, and how to set up my finances to make sure my money was protected.
Dev had been picked number three in the draft by the Brooklyn Kings, and while I was thrilled for him, it hurt to know he was gonna be halfway across the country from me. And we were in different divisions, so we’d hardly ever get to play against each other unless we both got to the Super Bowl.
Yeah, we were still together, and I was fucking crazy about him.
I continued to scan the crowd and squinted. I spotted her in the tenth row and waved both hands above my head, then laughed at my silliness.
Dummy. Text her and tell her to look at the lineup.I sent her a message and watched as she received it and lifted her head. I waved both hands, and she spotted me and waved and blew kisses.
The first thing I’d done with my preseason signing bonus was get Momma out of the tiny house and into a newly built home. I didn’t want her working anymore, but she’d pushed back, telling me she couldn’t sit all day doing nothing, so she got a job at the library and led the children’s story hour. Theo continued to work construction. Momma had given him capital, from the money I’d given her, to set up his own company.
The music started, and the announcements began. Finally, it was time, as the line slowly moved up. I’d gotten my business degree and was determined not to be the country bumpkin people thought. I’d studied my contracts and had made Ezra go over every endorsement deal with me.
“Brody Martin.”
I walked across the stage, knowing Momma would be recording me, and accepted my diploma from the dean.
“Proud of you, son. Go do great things.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
I held up the rolled paper, and my teammates cheered. I spied Dev near the end of the line, fist-pumping and yelling. I gave them all a holler and left the stage to take my seat with the others. When it was Dev’s turn, I stood up and yelled as loudly as I could, then searched every row, hoping for a glimpse of his parents. I didn’t see anyone but students clapping and cheering.
Shit. I can’t believe nobody came to see him graduate.Dev had told me his parents wouldn’t come, but I hadn’t believed him.
With the ceremony complete and our caps tossed in the air, the crowds dispersed. I ran and found Momma talking to some of my teammates’ parents.
“Momma, I’m here.”
